Where Is My Head?

[copied from dland]

I was so cranky yesterday that I left out the family good news as well as my continual medical report.

The Hubs has a first cousin who is about a year younger than he is, and who was married (the first time) a few months after we were, nearly 30 years ago. This weekend, he became a grandfather, making the Hubs' aunt and uncle whom I adore (Marie, whose food I was singing the praises of the other day) great-grandparents. So that's cool.

You'll remember my heartburn scare a week or so ago. Since then, I've been paying more attention to what I eat and how soon the heartburn comes after that, and I've made some adjustments and I think it's better. In the meantime, the ever nasty GERD woke me up a few times the other night, so I made an appointment to see the new gastroenterologist when I'm on spring break in a couple of weeks. See? I do know when to go to the doctor, and I'm going.

Here's the birthday resolution. K came home from class last night and immediatley -- before she took her jacket off -- apologized for being short with me in the afternoon. So that was nice. Then I raised the whole gift issue and she felt bad that she had led me to believe that she wanted me to buy her a new iPod; she had just been telling me that her iPod wasn't working, and when she got it to work a little while later, I was already asleep so she couldn't tell me. So I asked if she wanted her birthday gift a night early and she said okay, so I gave her the camera and she loved it and was all thank-yous and hugs. So, as I said, resolution. If an ungrateful child is sharper than a serpent's tooth, then a grateful child is ... well .... very, very good.

My big excitement of the day (other than K having a very nice birthday after all) is that tickets for high school's spring drama club play went on sale today. This sounds like it is not a big deal. Oh, but it is.

I think I have not talked about this before, but since I have the memory of the aged, I may have, although I think I haven't. So allow me to share (or repeat) my exciting news: the drama club's spring play has been written by none other than my own dear eldest child. She wrote a real play and it's being produced. Yes, it's the high school drama club, but this is quite a fine drama club that puts on professional quality productions. They routinely do Moliere and Shakespeare, and this time, it's ... R. She (and K as well) were quite active in the club as kids, and have always maintained a nice relationship with the teacher in charge, and she has promised to write a play for him, and she did. In the original ad, this guy basically wrote Directed by Mr. P and WRITTEN BY R. CHAI. So people are coming up to me constantly, even in town, and saying Oh, wow, R wrote the club's play? I am majorly kvelling (bursting with pride), kvelling my brains out. Mr. P. is giving us four free tickets to each performance -- there are six -- which he totally does not need to do. Today I gave him an ad for his playbill, a full page ad, which is $100. So I guess we're square. He had done a lot for my kids over the years, and now he's giving R the opportunity to see her work performed on stage.

BTW, the play will be put on in about a month. Here's what my ad looks like (more or less):

Read Shakespeare to your
four-year old.

Hey, you never know.

With great pride and much love
Mom, Dad, and K
Nannie and Gramps

and a cast of thousands.


My ILs will be able to attend, as will my sister and several of her offspring (I hope.) Her three eldest were all members of the same drama club; Oldest Nephew was quite the key performer in his day, which was 15+ years ago under a different advisor. My parents saw all his performances, although they never were able to see any of the other kids'. I figure that "a cast of thousands" will mean to R what I meant in to mean: all her cousins and all her grandparents, wherever they may be.

So that's my story. R is actually due here within the next 10 or 15 minutes, and then we are headed out, probably to the Olive Garden, for a birthday dinner.

Bye!

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